Page 39 of Hooked on Marshall

She nods and moans. Then I get to work. I start out slowly, sliding her hot mouth up and down my length. Curses continually falling from my lips as she caresses me with her tongue each time. Without realizing it, I move her head faster. Up and down, up and down. Her tongue stroking me on each pass. Then she starts to moan, and her hands tighten on my thighs. I’m about to ask if she’s okay, but my orgasm takes over and I shout out her name as my release explodes into her mouth.

My hands loosen in her hair, but I no longer control her movement. Instead, my head falls back on my shoulders as she continues to suck me. When I’m spent, I release her, and she slowly pulls her mouth off my very satisfied cock. After a shuddering breath, I look down and find her smiling.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I breathe.

Then I take her face in my hands and lean down to claim her mouth in a deep kiss.

Twenty-Eight

I moan into his mouth as he kisses me hard and deep. My hands continually clench against his legs. My desire no doubt running down the inside of my thighs. Without warning, he breaks contact. I gasp and wait.

“Get your sexy ass up on my desk, Lana,” he growls. “I need to taste your sweet pussy.”

Another moan leaves me as I do his bidding. No sooner am I in place, he parts my legs and rests my feet on the arms of his chair. Then he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his face between them. I scream out his name as my back arches and my hands claw at the surface of his desk.

“Marshall!”

He responds with a delightful growl and doubles down on his effort. Plunging his tongue deep inside me while his thumb slides over to tease my clit. In no time, he draws an intense orgasm from me that has my entire body shuddering in its wake. As I’m left a panting mess before him, he just keeps going.

“More, Lana,” he says darkly. “I need more.”

I shake my head, but I’m unable to voice a complaint. He’s left me speechless, and yet still wanting more. A pitiful moan leaves me as he starts in with what he described earlier. He kisses his way down the inside of my thighs to each knee. Twice. All the while, my pussy is left open and untouched. This only heightens my need for him.

So, I beg.

“Marshall, please.”

“Tell me what you need,” he whispers.

“You.”

“You have me, and you know it.”

“I need you to touch me,” I mewl.

“I am touching you,” he chuckles.

I growl in frustrating. Hating and loving that he’s going to make me say the words.

“Marshall,” I whisper.

“Tell meexactlywhat you need, Lana. And you know I’ll give it to you.”

“I want…I want you to…touch my pussy,” I pant. “Make me come again.”

There’s a moment of pause. I wait for him to make another demand. Then, as soft as a feather, his tongue gently caresses my clit. And I come. Hard. Just as he wanted, my release covers his face as he leans in to taste me. I hear the sweet crinkle of a condom packet. Through my orgasmic haze, I prepare myself to be taken.

But apparently, Marshall still wants more.

Without warning, and while my orgasm is still riding high, he penetrates both of my holes and starts to finger fuck me. Just like he said he would earlier. I scream again, but he doesn’t back down. My hands find the edge of his desk and I hold on tight, anchoring myself while also starting to work with him.

I’ve never experienced this before. But it’s all I want now. I feel him rise up as his fingers continue to thrust in and out of me. He’s murmuring his praise for me. I look down for a moment and his eyes lock with mine. With a smile, he lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth. The sight of him blurs as the onset of the most intense orgasm of my life crashes over me. His name leaves me once again. Then I groan when he pulls his fingers away. Before I can protest, he’s buried his cock deep inside me.

“Fuck, Lana,” he grunts out. “That’s it. Squeeze my cock with your sweet pussy.”

My head falls back on his desk as I ride out the sensations once again. When I feel boneless, my eyes fly open as he pulls my ass just off the edge of his desk. Then he wraps his arms under my knees to grip the top of my thighs. When I look at him, his face is dark with want. And I love it.

“Who owns your sweet pussy?” he asks in a low, sexy voice.

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